Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota- James Wright
I liked the idea of being in nature and then realizing something important. That is what I wanted to improv-Wright's version of the pastoral.
To my left, a thousand ladybugs,
crawling up a leaf on the tree
I’m perched above the featherless
cardinal, waiting for the springing
of a daffodil so he can song others
into hopefulness as the snow melts
below the tree. I lean back as four
seasons waft through hair and darkness,
as the now leafless tree shakes.
I only wanted to see.
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